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This scenario is quite common among novices. Given an opportunity to suggest three options, a Do, Dump or Marry neophyte enthusiastically shouts something like “Grandma Moses, Dr. Ruth and Christie Brinkley!” At this point, anyone in earshot furrows his brow and glares at the unwitting object of ridicule. Then, someone responds sarcastically and disdainfully “Dump Christie Brinkley.” Before long, the rookie catches...
This scenario involves three choices, each of which is extremely compelling. For some people, it might involve three of the entertainment world’s most attractive individuals “Do, Dump or Marry: Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Colin Farrell.” For others, it might be the three greatest modern American writers. “Do, Dump or Marry: Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Faulkner.” And, yet, for minor campus celebrity and former Crimson sports chair David R. DeRemer ’03, it was three of Harvard’s prominent female varsity athletes (whose names...
...name says it all. This is the title bestowed upon a Do, Dump or Marry scenario whose three choices are nearly or completely unbearable. The “nearly” category might involve someone’s iniquitous ex-girlfriend, his professor, who earned tenure 68 years ago, and his first cousin. If that weren’t horrible enough, the “completely” category presents choices so noxious that the respondent questions whether suicide is an option...
...sure it is apparent by now why Do, Dump or Marry is such a fabulous diversion from the stress that characterizes a Harvard career for many undergraduates. In very rare instances, however, this fatuous game exhibits an entirely new character—a serious one. Revelry meets sobriety. I often try to avoid playing Do, Dump or Marry in its transmogrified form; I don’t want to abandon my care-free bliss. But sometimes anger and disgust swell within me and, try as I might, I cannot continue to be a jester. My former, humorless self is resurrected...
...know is that the op-ed made me uneasy. I saw Ayatollah Summers as a thinly-veiled substitute for “Rabbi Summers” or something similar. That op-ed is the main reason Paulin’s free speech supporters get my biggest “dump.” I’m not even sure how I feel about the issue. He’s clearly a lunatic and a terrible poet (have you read his stuff?) so maybe he should have been censored. At least if he had come, though, I could have been...